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How did I become a human from stardust? Born from stardust, a prisoner of the sky and earth, Hidden by the distant stars and scattered by the wind in the night, I feel like a nobody among forests and mountains, among rocks and cliffs. I am the dishonest one who drinks from the reservoir of sincerity In a process that happens when you believe in every death. Shackled for eternity in a whirlpool of false immortality, I let myself get lost out of complacency, to preserve myself in excellency. A killer who is reborn by constantly passing through another death, A refined spiritual torment that recreates a mundane man. I return weeping to the scene of the crime, to discover myself unreal, Naive in my own existence, eternally suspicious in nonexistence.